Imagine being one of her kids on Christmas morning, with her micromanaging everything. Barking orders at everyone. Boasting constantly about how she coordinated everything, so she gets all the plaudits rather than just letting everyone enjoy in peace.
She thinks she’s this brilliant matriarch giving her family this beautiful life but she’s just a big bossy bastard using money and gifts as a plaster on her sad life.
She thinks she’s this brilliant matriarch giving her family this beautiful life but she’s just a big bossy bastard using money and gifts as a plaster on her sad life.